Mr. Rime vs Alfred Pennyworth - Pokémon vs Anything

[Verse 1: Alfred Pennyworth (Birdjormungandr)]
Master Bruce, please allow me to set the scene
He started out creepy and has never kept it clean
You see Mr. Rime, you've waned on your manners
So I'll take out the trash once more for Wayne Manor
As if it matters, no one wants to be your owner
Robin perhaps, but he has a history with Jokers
Alas, I server loners so please take a seat
The main course I teach is: Alfred's Clean Sweep
See, I'll give the cold shoulder to Rime for a reason
Lacking a degree, he's the lowest in his region
And it's quite comedic, this pantomime
Pandered to Kanto's mime, for silent treatment

[Verse 2: Mr. Rime (Lexi M.)]
Hey Now! I thought I'd be facing your batshit trainer!
Face it, Wayne! We're both slapstick Playas!
Raising Bruce, you brought him up on that mime shit
As in you didn't, and only pretended to, you right prick!
I get it, it's sad, he watched his parents die
But you became his Pokemon, cause he had no Revives!
Now, Mr. Rime is rhyming with flow oh-so icy
Everywhere I go, the crowds grow oh-so lively
With a wave of the cane, I'm on a crime spree!
Wiping your films right off the wide screen!
(Ho ho ho!) It's still my rap? When then chap, I mustache
Did you raise an upper-class clown, or a clown with no class?

[Verse 3: Alfred Pennyworth (Birdjormungandr)]
Enough pish posh, do not insult Master Bruce
As I'm Wringing you Out, don't get your blood on my suit
It's worth more than your game, so best understand
Why you don't go gloves-off with Batman's Right-Hand
Missed my Remarque, but I'll serve a rebuttal
Wearing that bowler hat means your mind's in the gutter
But you'll get your comeuppance, bet on Pennyworth
Tails, you lose sir! Never butt heads with this butler!

[Verse 4: Mr. Rime (Lexi M.)]
That was quite rich, Alfred! Well said
As in you take Bronz-or worse, you Bellend!
With a manor short-staffed like this chap's stick
It's not a shock he went mad over the Bat's shit!
This prune of a sleuth got a taste of the action
But the only damned case that he cracks is his casket!
Act your age, Michael Caine, and keel over!
Stop driving the fans away, the show's over, Mr. Chauffer
Cheerio!